Am I Dreaming?I felt a breeze on the back of my neck. Fear strikes my heart. Could it be what I have been waiting for? Or is it just my mind playing tricks again? I don’t want to turn around. I don’t want to turn around in case I am wrong, in case it’s not what I think it is. The pain of unknowing becomes unbearable, yet I don’t want to leave the moment. Turning means knowing, but is it safer not to know, in a status of possibilities.Am I Dreaming?
Eventually I muster the courage to turn; still, even as I spin to look I can’t open my eyes. Slowly my lid part letting in a small crack, but I am still unable to distinguish anythin
A Dying WorldPeople of the world unite To come and save what’s ours by right We say we want peace, a better home where all is well and we're not alone but I look around all I see is hate a place where we freely discriminate A gun in your pocket a knife up your sleeve is this the impression we want to leaveA Dying World
But now look on the horizon take a good look because I see two endings to this book One where there’s nothing, no ending at all where all the greatest nations have had their fall
The other...The others what I want to see where, eventually, we are all free i
Forever lostThe blade, beautiful, glistening, soft against my skin The temptation, of letting it dig deep, if only to see whether anything’s there at all!Forever lost
A trickle of blood, as black as the centre of a thousand tormented souls, seeps to the surface, breaking free!
&nbs
Fatal CycleThe blade; subtle in its temptation, gleaming in the delicate sunlight. I try to resist, but as the sun beam fades, so with it does the light within me. I grasp the handle,Fatal Cycle
hold it close to my chest, point to my heart. Time around me stops…. I’m all alone, only I exist I wait…… Taking in all around me. then I take in a last breath before….
before driving the knife through my hardened heart with relentless vigour. Finally I’m free, finally I'm released, finally I feel myself escape from the cage I look back at the lifeless shell I’ve
A New Battle Cry - MatdredaliaAs I stand on the street I hear men and womenA New Battle Cry - Matdredalia
And everything in between Screaming at the top Of their lungs For something they've never seen
Tolerance! Tolerance! End the hate! Tolerance! Tolerance! It's past its due date!
Why can't we try For something more? We've been here all along We should be fighting To make our place, To belong
Love is love No matter what Sex, color, or race They go to Church And speak of Love Then spit right in our face
They say they love The sinner and
Romeo
I'M ALIVE =)
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some people live..
and some people die wishing they could have lived.
muh gallery
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... live with inspiration ...
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Merry we meet
Merry we part
And merry shall we meet again
Blessed be
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aivarin
i feel it was written with soul - this is very important
wish you good luck!!!
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We're all mad here...
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Merry we meet
Merry we part
And merry shall we meet again
Blessed be
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We're all mad here...
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